Date: Sun, 12 Sep 1999 08:27:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Orrin Rush <orrinrush@yahoo.com>
Subject: Corporate Headquarters

Disclaimer:  The folling story is a description of actual
events.  Names and places have been changed.  If
you are offended by descriptions of homosexual acts
or man/man relations, what in the hell are you doing
here?

Safe sexual practices are NOT observed in this story.
That is not reality.  Don't take chances.

CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS

Copyright 1999 by Orrin C. Rush.  All rights reserved.

Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed
electronically or in any other  manner without the
express, written consent of the author.  All rights are
retained.

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I work as a consultant.  I'm called in after a merger or
purchase of a company by another company to give
an objective eye to the integration process, and try to
make a happy family out of the newly slammed
together employees of both companies.

My assignments last from six to eight months, then I
move on to another, or loaf for a while.  The one I'm
currently working on will be complete in another week
or so.   It's been a pleasant one and I've met some
nice people.  For a change, this job is in the city where
I live, so no living out of a suitcase.

Last Friday, some of the guys I've been working
closely with  hatched up a kind of farewell gettogether. 
It turned into a lot more.

For the six months that I've been working with them,
I've been catching "vibes" from three of them.  I chose
to ignore what  my gaydar was telling me in spite of the
fact that these three are, without doubt, the hottest,
hunkiest males in the office,  and because they are all
supposedly happily married.   I also have a personal
rule not to play around with the people I work with, too. 
It leads to nothing but trouble.

Adam, the low man on the totem pole, is a cute blond. 
About 5'9" with big brown eyes and a really perky butt. 
His sensuous mouth begs for attention, but the
features that I noticed first  were his enormous hands. 
Long thick sausages for fingers,  and we all know what
that means!  The baggy pants he usually wears
don't show much, but who can tell what lurks...

Tom is Adam's boss, another of the three.  Tom is
taller, about six one or two.  Former military, he's kept
in shape and has  a hard lean body.  Short dark hair
and smiling blue eyes  complete the package. 

Rick, the Number two man in the company is a doll. 
Tall,  dark brown hair with a tinge of red in it, and a gym
toned body. Again, fingers worth noting - very long and
lean.  His greenish eyes sparkle with mischief, and
even though he runs a tight ship, he does it with charm
and a sense of humor.   He's  also been the most
forward of the three, patting my thigh on  several
occasions to make a point, and leaving his hand 
there longer than really necessary. 

All of the guys are in their 30's, and moving fast up the
corporate ladder.

After work, the four of us walked the few blocks to a
club/ restaurant for our party.  The place caters to
everyone - businesspeople, tourists, locals, and has
the reputation for a pretty raucous atmosphere.  That
reputation is well deserved, and it didn't take us long
to get  into the spirit of things.  A few double scotches
helped.

The first "event" of the evening happened when I went
to the mensroom and Tom followed.  Alone in the
room and standing side by side at the urinals, I
observed usual etiquette and looked straight ahead,
not even using my peripheral vision to check Tom out.
Evidently he wasn't playing by the same rules.

"Nice cock," he said, "I think mine would like to 
get to know it better."

Taking this as an invitation, I looked over.  Having
finished  taking his leak, he was gently stroking a very
delectable  piece of meat.  Still soft, it had to be at
least five inches long,  circumcised, and was growing
fast.  Fairly thick, I guessed that it would top out at
around eight inches.

"Mine's always happy to make new friends," I said. 
"Maybe they can get together some time."

"I'd like that,"  Tom said, stuffing his now almost fully
erect cock into his pants.  I tucked mine away before it
got out of control too.

When we got back to the table, Adam was talking to a
guy at the next table, but I saw Rick take note of the
bulges that  we were wearing.  He looked me in the
eye with a knowing grin.

Don't misunderstand, I'm no studpuppy with the dick of
death. Just an average guy about the same age as
the others who takes good care of what I've got, which
I don't consider to be anything special.  I rely mostly
on personality!!!

After dinner Adam made his move.  I had to go to the
mensroom again.  Lots of scotch and a couple of
bottles of wine do that to me.  Adam followed.

Similar scene.  We're standing side by side, chit
chatting.  Then Adam gets quiet.  I'm finished and
putting things away when I notice that Adam is
standing back from the urinal turned slightly toward me
and it's impossible not to notice the dick that he's
cupping in his hand.  Fingers don't lie.  It  was huge. 
Even soft, it was long, and had to be at least  three
inches across.  Wrinkly skin told me that it would get  a
helluva lot bigger when it got hard.  The head was so 
broad the first thing I thought of was a toilet plunger.

I couldn't help but stare.  Adam brought me back to
reality by asking "Interested?"

"Wow," was all I could say.  Now, I fantasize about big
dicks just like every gay man, but the reality of this
monster was  intimidating.  

Not wanting to show my trepidation or slam the door in
his  face, I reached over and patted it and said "Let's
talk about it later."

"Fair enough," he said, putting it away carefully.  Now I
know why he wears baggy pants.  Tight ones would
start riots in  the streets!

The evening was ending.  The younger folk were in
high  spirits and it was really getting loud.  I'm not
THAT old, but  it was getting to me.  Adam and Tom
were also making  noises about having to get home. 
Rick had been pretty  quiet all evening.  We all
decided it was time to call it a  night.

Adam and Tom headed in one direction, and Rick
and I,  since we parked in the same garage, headed
in another. 

"I don't get out very often, and I'm really not ready to go 
home," he said.  "Want to go someplace and talk?"

I knew an invitation when I heard one.  I decided to go
him  one better.  "Want to come over to my place?"  I
asked.

"Hey, that'd be great, no noise and no smoke." he said.

Not knowing where I lived, he agreed to follow me. 

I have a condo near downtown.  Close enough to walk
to  work if I could ever get up early enough, but that
never seems to happen.

"Very nice," he said, surveying my digs.

"Want a drink?" I asked as we shed our suit coats. 

"No more scotch, what you got?" he answered.

"You name it, I got it," I told him, not intending the double
meaning.  

"I'll bet," he said, grinning, "do you have any brandy?"

"Sure do," I said heading into the kitchen, Rick following.

I got out brandy for him and Drambuie for me and was 
pouring our drinks when I felt him behind me.  His arms
went around my waist, then down the front of my thighs.
 I could  feel him hard against my ass.  

"Don't waste any time, do you?" I wisecracked.

"Hell," he said, "I've been waiting six months."

I turned, gave him a quick kiss on the lips and handed
him his drink.

We walked into my family room, my hangout. It's not too
big, but comfortable.  

Sitting next to each other on an overstuffed sofa, Rick
asked "Why'd you choose me?  I saw Adam and Tom
coming on  strong tonight."

"I always start at the top," I said.

"Then work your way down?"

"That's the fun part," I said, leering at him.

He took a sip of his brandy, then put his arm around
me.  I turned to look at him, and I remember thinking: 
This could be something special, but shit, he's
married!  To a woman, for chrissakes!

We melted together.  Our lips unhurriedly savored
each other, and our tongues soon got into the act.  He
was sensuous rather than lusty, and I was getting
turned on slowly, enjoying the buildup.  Our hands
were exploring, and everywhere I touched I felt hard
muscle.  Hard but not bulky.  This guy is a hunk, not a
hulk, just the type of man I fantasize about.

Inevitably, hands found crotches.  Suit pants are loose
and we both soon had our hands full of hard flesh.  My
dick was pointed up, but Ricks was bent down and
had to be causing him pain.

"Hurting?" I asked. 

He just rolled his eyes and groaned.

I slid off the couch to kneel in front of him.  "Let me help
you  out," I said, reaching for his belt buckle.  I didn't
stop there,  though.  Instead I moved up to his neck
and took off his tie,  then unbuttoned his shirt.  One
button at a time, slowly.  

Rick was squirming, but I was having fun.  Anyway, I
didn't  want to go straight for the goodies.  They could
wait.  Spreading his shirt open, I found a smooth chest,
hard nipples and a dark treasure trail leading down
his hard stomach.  I traced it as far as his belt then
moved up to caress his chest.  It felt so good.  So
hard, so smooth.

I dawdled there for a few minutes, eliciting moans,
groans and a great deal of squirming.

Enough torture.  But, I had to take his shirt off and untie
his  shoes before I attacked his belt and zipper.  He
raised his hips, silently begging me to pull his pants
and jockeys off.  They came off easily, but I was
careful when uncovering his dick so that I didn't hurt
him. 

The unveiling finally complete, I regarded my prize. 
And WHAT a prize it was!  Long, straight and round,
not flat.  The circumcised head flared out over the
shaft, and, by now had a pearl of precum glistening on
it.

Before I could even touch it, he pulled me up on the
sofa  beside him then dropped to his knees in front of
me.  It was  his turn to play with me.  He was great.  By
the time he got my shorts and pants off, I was ready for
anything!  

Before I knew it, he had my cock in his mouth.  I'm not
as long as he is, but about the same thickness.  In one
gulp he had  most of it.  He knew what he was doing,
too.  Most guys can suck cock well, but there are a few
who get really involved in  what they're doing and do a
fabulous job.  It became quickly apparent that Rick
was in the fabulous category.

Slowly up and down.  His tongue seemed to be
everywhere, stimulating every nerve I have.  But, he
was taking me too far,  way too fast.  I pulled him off
and up next to me.  

"I need some, too," I told him, holding his dick for the
first time.  Then the old cliche "I've got a bedroom, you
know."

I urged him down on his back, pushed his legs apart
and  got between them.  I worked my tongue from the
base up to the rim along the bottom side.  When I got
to the little fold under the tip, I spent a lot of time giving
it all the stimulation  I could.  

The head slipped into my mouth.  I bathed it with my
tongue, tasting precum.  ummmm delicious!  I moved
down the shaft, tonguing every bit of soft skin that I
could find.  I can take a six or seven inch dick in my
mouth completely without using my throat.  Rick's dick
was banging my throat and there was still an inch or so
left over.  Circling the base with a couple of fingers, I
proceeded to get totally involved in what I was doing.

The texture, the taste, the form of the dick in my mouth
became my total focus.  The feel and the knowledge
that this was a man's dick I was giving pleasure to
caused me to lose all contact with reality.

Totally lost in the pleasure I was experiencing, I didn't
realize how close he was until he tensed up and
started firing shot after shot into my mouth.  I rode out
the storm and didn't spill a drop.  He is delicious,
sweet tasting.

Still in my mouth, he softened slightly, then regained
full  hardness.  Rick pulled me up for a long kiss,
stroking as  much of my body as he could reach.  

While licking up and down my shaft, his hands were
everywhere.  When his finger grazed my pucker, he
saw my reaction and gave me a big, knowing smile
and took me into his mouth to the hilt.

I looked around me.  This was as good as it gets.  A
gorgeous man with his lips wrapped around my dick
giving me unbelievable sensations, his finger rubbing
my ass and his hard cock in my hand.  A few seconds
of savoring this and I couldn't hold back.  I think he
swallowed every drop, but at the time I was
somewhere else not watching fireworks but living them.

He caressed my chest as I came down, and never
took his finger away from my pucker, prolonging my
euphoria.

I didn't have to tell him that I wanted him to fuck me.  My
reactions made that pretty clear.   I wasn't in a rush
though,  and he seemed to sense that. 

I got our drinks from the other room, and we both made
bathroom pilgrimages.  I don't know how he pissed. 
He  never did get even close to soft. 

We cuddled and talked, small talk, inconsequentials.

I couldn't resist his cock for long.  It was just too
damned nice to stand there without any attention. 
Soon we were in a  semi 69, stroking each other.  Rick
didn't waste any time  getting back to my eager
asshole.  I reached over and got a bottle of lube and
handed it to him.  

His slick finger rubbed me, then pushed against the
pucker. We moved closer and mouths found dicks.  I
caressed his  balls and licked while he probed me,
getting his finger in  past the sphincter muscle.  When
he touched my prostate, my sharp intake of breath
surprised us both.  

Circular motions felt wonderful, and after getting more
lube,  the second finger felt even better.  My attention
was being pulled between the dick in my mouth and
the fingers up my ass.  I think my ass won.

Rolling me on my back, he continued his gentle
probing and stretching.  I was ready, and told him so,
but he continued.  I was ready to beg when he climbed
between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders.

After lubing himself up, I felt the head against me.  An
easy push and he was inside.  No pain at all, nothing
but pleasure. My legs slid down from his shoulders
and locked around his hips, pulling him into me.  When
the head of his dick moved past my prostate, my
whole body reacted involuntarily.  My back arched,
my body spasmed, and I'm sure I let out a loud moan
that could be heard for blocks.

He reached bottom, and then started the long, slow
strokes that drive me wild.  Not only was my prostate
going crazy, all the nerves in my colon were sending
jolts to my brain at  the same time.  I felt full,
comfortably full.

He picked up the pace.  If possible, it felt even better. 
Looking up, I watched his face contort in pleasure.  I
put my arms up to his sides, urging him on, wanting
everything he  had to give, and giving him everything I
had. 

For about the third time in my life, I came unassisted. 
Nobody had touched me.  Rick wasn't far behind. 
Feeling him spasm inside me, I grabbed my dick and
came again.

He lowered himself on top of me, and our lips locked,
our  arms around each other.

"That was fucking fabulous," he murmered in my ear.

"Best fuck I've had in years," I told him.

We showered, he dressed.  

On his way out, he asked "Can we do this again?"  

"What do YOU think?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear. 

- - - - - - - -

That was last Friday night.  It's Friday again and Rick's
wife is leaving town for the weekend.  He should be
here in about an  hour.   Let me know if you want to
hear about what happens.  orrinrush@yahoo.com